Gonna Kick Your Ass in the Face

As the chaos of battle swirled around them, the ivory prince felt a surge of attraction for the woman he fought beside. Her grin did nothing but entice him further, the amorous thing that he was. Setekh felt the tips of his pelt crackle with electricity, and so too did his interest in her further spark to life. He could feel a burn running through his veins, like liquid fire as it burnt away his patience.

With a swift glance over his shoulder, the God watched as she was faced with an opponent and quickly sent it running off. He was pleased, but did not have long to appreciate her brutality. The next coyote lunged towards him, to which the man moved with a fluid grace, intercepting the attack before it could reach his flesh. The faster the kills, the faster he could come face to face with her.

His snowy fur blurred with speed as he launched himself in return at the coyote, teeth bared and muscles coiled with lethal intent. The clash was brief but intense, a flurry of snarls and snapping jaws. With a powerful swipe of his paw, the white wolf sent the coyote reeling, its cries of pain echoing through the landscape. Unlike the first coyote, that one got lucky its skull hadn’t kissed a rock too. He withheld the urge to chase it down, to bleed it dry. He couldn’t – not when there was still more to attend to.

Regrouping back to back with Kaino, Setekh dared the next to come with a snap of his jaws and a roll of his shoulders - a challenge to try and taste his ichor. Yet, amidst the chaos of battle, his chaotic thoughts kept returning to the fierce fae at his side. All of his anger and fixation on fiding his daughter was gone from his mind, muddled by his usual habits.

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